There must be something else
Beyond the in and out breath
There must be a silent pause
Beyond the noise of life and death
Where do I look for that
Who do I need
How do I find it
Why and why indeed
I stare deep into my cup
And in the swirls of my time
I will find all my answers
As the quest is only mine
I have put aside my rosary
I have forgotten how to pray
I want to learn to die each morning
So I may truly live each day
I want to meet the death
Between each breath, in and out
So I may live the breath itself
And let death not cast a doubt
I want to reach the gold mine
Of silence between each word
So that each word that is spoken
Is worthy of being heard
Elusive Silence 